I was diagnosed with plaque psoriasis roughly 3 years ago at the age of 20. In the beginning, I thought it was just some strange dry (yet painful and unbearably itchy) skin. It began on my ears, face and scalp. It soon covered a large chunk of my body. At one point, there was barely any skin above my chin that wasn’t red and flaky.
In addition to the auto immune disease, I’ve suffered from iatrophobia, which is a fear of doctors, since I was a young teenager. As a result, seeking treatment wasn’t an easy thing for me to do. I tried convincing myself my issues with my skin would go away. Unfortunately, my skin was worsening by the day.
By the time I sought treatment, psoriasis had taken a extreme toll on my mental health. Depression and high anxiety sunk in. I actually had a doctor at my college laugh at my face when I explained my mental health concerns with her. “Psoriasis is making you depressed? LOL” Real professional, right? Needless to say, the incident set me back quite a bit before moving onto a new physician.
A couple months later, a new GP referred me to a dermatologist in the area. With the new dermatologist, I eventually began a medical study for psoriasis! The drug was similar to Enbrel. Worked wonders at the beginning. Within two weeks, my face was almost completely clear! Unfortunately due to complications and a return of psoriasis, I had to withdraw from the study.
Fast forward to today, approximately eight months since my last injection with the study, my psoriasis is back!! Not to the same extend as previously mentioned above, but getting there…
Since the return of my psoriasis, my mental health is at an all time low… Social situations give me extreme anxiety. I can’t look at people in the eye. I panic when people try and talk/look at me. I refuse to leave the house unless I’m heading to the barn or if I gather the strength to go to work. I have nightmares about being in social situations and people staring at my skin. Today even, I had a severe anxiety attack resulting me having to leave work. I tried pushing myself to stay till at least lunch, but I couldn’t do it. I had to get out of there. It’s been an extremely difficult adjustment for me. I use to be a social butterfly… I use to be that outgoing, loud, funny friend. Now, I’m just that person quiet friend who doesn’t say much (not that anything is wrong with individuals who are naturally quiet/keep to themselves, that’s just not me).
In the meantime, I am on medication for my mental health but it hasn’t been life changing. I have my okay days, and I have my terrible days. Today being one of those bad days.
As for my psoriasis, I am waiting on potentially started a new injection for my psoriasis. I’m praying I get the new medication. I want my old skin back. I want me back.
But I will say, thank God for horses. I know my guy will never think I look silly with red patches all over my body. As long as I give him his treats, he’ll love me forever
Thank you if anyone reads this. I have a great support system but it helps to vent to strangers. I pray no one is going through the same situation as myself.